[ Featuring the White People ]
It's your fault I'm happy
I bet you think you're lucky
Do you feel like a young god
You're wise and condescending
I'll wait for you to act right
Uplift the world with all your might
And if you think you're acting right
You'll never change and that's alright
And I know you're walking away
I brought the knife
In the bouquet
Remnants to fallen love
To the times we went astray
A short drop and a sudden stop
Then lock me up in a tin box
Shut your mouth I'm looking for love
A man so tall with his nose in the sky
All these words I write to you
Find sense in them and ripen the fruit
Dismount your horse, walk in my shoes
I'll kiss the tip, bottom of your hooves
And I know you're walking away
I brought the knife
In the bouquet
Remnants to fallen love
To the times we went astray
